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Saturday, November 19, 2011

1986.

Thanksgiving is right around the corner, which means it's time for me to celebrate songs that are a quarter century old. This is the third installment, please see 1984 and 1985 for the first two discs in this ongoing series.

1986 has a little bit of meaning for me, as it was the year I graduated from high school. It is also the year I went to boot camp, had my heart broken by the New York Mets and bought my first car (how I miss you VW Golf!). By the next year, I would be out in sunny San Diego, in a land of great radio. 91X in San Diego was where I heard a lot of the bands represented here for the first time. This was before "X" meant "EXTREME". I still hate that word.

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About Me

When I first became obsessed with music, seventh grade, I became addicted to making mix tapes. This lasted for several years, even well into the age of CDRs-- I've probably fathered hundreds of mix tapes. I finally came around to CD burning technology, just when mp3s started really taking off, so I shifted toward mix CDRs. It took me awhile, but I eventually fell in love with my iPod. Playlists can be fun, but I still love making a good mix with a time restraint. That's why I decided to start this blog. I'll keep making my compilations and maybe even get a few people to listen to them. Thanks for stopping by.

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I think Nick Hornby said it best:

"Yes, yes, I know. It's easier to download music, and probably cheaper. But what's playing on your favourite download store when you walk into it? Nothing, that's what. Who are you going to meet in there? Nobody. Where are the notice boards offering flatshares and vacant slots in bands destined for superstardom? Who's going to tell you to stop listening to that and start listening to this? Go ahead and save yourself a couple of quid. The saving will cost you a career, a set of cool friends, musical taste and, eventually, your soul. Record stores can't save your life. But they can give you a better one."